Song Lyrics

See that man in the field over yonder
With dirt on his hands and a loan on his back
He's the man that puts the food on your table
He's the man that grows the clothes on your back
Were running a mile out of the house he was born in
Tending on the sidelines and watching him fall
Selling his land to the big corporations
What you gonna do when they get it all

He's been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw
Turned down sold out, put out to graze
He's been pushed you know when he can push no more
It gets a little harder everyday

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He's the American farmer
And he damn hard to beat
Better wake up America, wake up America
'Cause if the man don't work then the people don't eat

He's sending the high tech stuff of to Russia
I can't figure what where doing it for
We should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton
'Cause that man in the middle of city
Eatin' outta garbage cans, sleepin' in the street
See that baby, moping in the kitty
To make ends meet

It's a damn disgrace on the face of America
Hungry people everywhere you go
Children in Africa starving by the fields
While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose

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He's an American, he's an American, he's an American, American farmer
Never him through
'Cause if he goes down swinging
You better know where gonna go down swinging to

[Chorus]
I said the people don't eat
I said the people don't eat

Charles Fred Hayward, Charlie Daniels, Fred Edwards, John Crain, William J. Digregorio